Disclaimers: Joss
owns them, not me. I make no claims. No harm intended.
Comments: Trouble
in paradise. I hope I've shown you all the dangers of drinking too
much booze.
Date Stamp: Miss
K, aka Kitty wrote this 13.12.01
Title: It's a Basement
Jaxx song. I don't own it, they do.
Buffy's POV
Slayers Do Vegas LXVI
- Where's Your Head At?
Where's Taz, and why's there someone
with blue hair working here?
Do you need to have weird hair to
work behind a bar in Vegas?
'Is Taz working tonight?'
Ok, so I caved.
So much for leaving her to do her
own thing.
Here I am trying to track her down,
like a bloodhound.
Bloodhound?
Good thing to compare yourself to,
Buffy, a big drooling, floppy eared, dog!
'Yeah, she's out back dealing with
a drunk. Occupational hazard.'
A drunk?
Right, Buffy helping time!
Two hands are better than one.
Oh, she has two hands.
Um, two pairs of hands are
better than one!
Does that make it a case of too many
cooks spoil whatever too many cooks do?
See Giles, If you're listening now,
then I do take stuff in.
Not the most useful stuff, but it's
still stuff.
I make my way out back, to look for
Taz and this nasty drunk.
Hold up, why would Giles be listening?
Must be all the alcohol fumes making
me woozy.
I push the door open and see a mane
of purple hair; Taz and, Faith?
'B isn't my girlfriend! So what,
we sleep together, big-fuckin'-deal!'
I feel it like a punch in my stomach;
short, sharp and hard.
Taz looks at me, wide eyed, and
it takes a moment for Faith to realise what her 'look' means.
She swings round on her heels and
says my name.
It's like she's miles away because
I can't hear her properly.
Not that it matters anymore.
Not now I know.
I look at her; at Faith, at the
person I'm in love with and feel nothing.
Should I feel something?
I should want to slap her, or call
her a bitch, or...
But I don't.
I turn around and walk back to
the hotel room.
Alone.
Faith's POV
I watch her walking away, and I know
I need to go after her.
My legs won't move, like, not at all.
I just watch her walking, further and
further away, until I can't see her anymore.
Right, well I think that sobered
me up in under a minute.
'Fuck it!'
I pull a smoke out of my pocket and light
it up, inhaling deeply.
'Go after her, Faith!'
I should.
I should go after her, but what
am I gonna say?
You mustn't have heard right?
I was talking about my Aunt Bee?
Ok, that's sick.
Sleeping with your aunt?
I'm still smashed 'cause I don't even
have an aunt.
Screw this.
'I'm goin' out for a Slay, see ya later.'
I need to get some of this grrr
outta me before I go back and talk to B, otherwise we are gonna
have the mother of all fights.
I head off to the local cemetery, leaving
Taz standing in the ally.
Buffy's POV
I sit down on the bed in the room, and
pick at the hem of my top.
I like this top, it never creases up.
And it goes in the machine, which means you
don't have to hand wash it.
I like it, it's nice.
Why am I thinking about my top?
Shouldn't I be upset, or crying, or,
God, something?
So what, we sleep together, big-fuckin'-deal
I feel my jaw clench, as I remember what
she said.
I guess I knew it anyway, I mean, she
never said anything back to me.
She never told me she loved me.
I was always 'I love you, I love you!',
and she made excuses.
She never lied to me though.
She never lied.
big-fuckin'-deal
Get some, get gone, that's what she
does, that's what she's been doing.
Now she has gone, maybe not in body,
but she has gone.
Faith's POV
Where are vamps when you need them?
Shit, man, how's a girl meant to unwind?
Fuck.
I lean back on a tree and slide down
it, sitting on the grass.
Why'd you have to say that, Faith?
At that moment as well.
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!
I put another smoke in my mouth, but
then my Slayer senses tingle down my spine.
I slip the cig behind my ear and stand
up, slowly.
Where are you?
Then someone tackles me from the side,
sending us flying on the floor.
Jeez, I must be fucked if I didn't see
this huge son-of-a-bitch coming!
I bring my elbow up and crack it into
the side of his head.
He falls off me and lies on the floor,
clutching his skull.
'Yeah, that had to hurt. No, wait, this
had to hurt!'
I slam my foot straight into his ribs,
and feel them give under it.
He groans and rolls over on the grass.
'No wait up, shit, what am I thinking?
I meant this had to hurt!'
I grab his jacket and slam him into the
tree I was sitting under.
Yeah fuck with me, you slimeball!
You want a taste of Faith?
I'll give you something to chew on.
I pull him up again and feel his fist
in my stomach, making me double over.
Winded me... jeez!
A fist on my back, slamming me down
onto the floor, then a boot to my ribs.
You need to get your ass up, Faith!
Get up!!
I roll over quickly, to get out of his
reach and flip myself up.
Pain slams into the side he kicked.
You broke my ribs?
YOU BROKE MY RIBS!
I wait 'til he's close, grit my teeth
and drop to sweep his legs away.
He thumps to the floor.
I jump on his chest, kiss his forehead
and stake him, hard.
I fan the dust away from my face as he
poof's.
I pull the cig out from behind my ear
to light it.
FUCK IT, he
broke my last smoke!
This sucks.
I go and sit back against the tree and
light the half that's still ok.
I'm gonna have to go back and see her,
can't sit out here all night.
What am I gonna say?
This is one of those scary times when
I think it's gonna have to be the truth.
You've really fucked things up this time
Faith.
Really fucked them up.